I pen you this letter with lots of love,
Despite the itchiness on my fingers,
Scratching them I won't,
Since it's words outburst causing it.
I'll no longer watch from behind,
Crashing I'll continue not,
I hate sounding like a broken record,
Letting the cat out of the basket I must,
Its meow is getting louder creating discomfort.
If wishes were horses,
Then I'll be your horse,
Together we shall ride into love,
Though I'm no beggar,
When it comes to you, I'll beg.
My sight for you has broadened,
Turning me into your photographer,
That's 'cause I can't cease picturing you and I,
Leaving behind footprints as we walk into love,
Dear crush, I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem